Well well well, this beer is so good it took my breath away.
Honestly, I took a sip and then put it down and looked at it.
What a fabulous thing this is.
Unfiltered and sparkling, its golden orange is more like a pale ale than a lager.
This beer is ful of life and full of flavour, all its twists and turns jump right out at you.
The toffee caramel is big and bolshy and completely fills your mouth, making you chew your way through it.
Jumping out of this sweetness is a big fist full of prickly spices, like nettle stings of flavour washed down with orange juice complete with ‘juicy bits’.
There’s a terrific bran-filled biscuit, toasty and warm, crunchy and, well, lovely.
The hops dance across all this in stilettos dipped in lime zest, they sting your eyes, your lips, your tongue, temping you to want them more.
Would you take a look at me waxing all lyrical.
But you know something?
I don’t apologise for lyricism when this beer makes me feel this good.